The echoes of distant commotion lingered in the air, and Liam woke up to the taste of dust. He squinted, attempting to concentrate as flashes of memories erupted—the room, Aiden, the terrifying shadow. His pulse thumping, he forced himself from the ground as panic gnawed at him.
He yelled, "Ava!" as the name tore from his throat. It seemed like a big weight was pressing in on him, the blackness all around him threatening to topple him. Victor! How are you doing?
He stumbled to his feet, wiping the crumbs from his clothing and looking about him. The room had vanished, leaving just a dimly lighted hallway surrounded by old stone walls. He could feel his anxiousness building as the shadows created by flickering candles danced in time.
He shivered and murmured, "Where am I?"
Liam turne
